Colton takes the plate to the kitchen and tells Graham to take a shower, loudly calling the words out so he doesn’t have to get too close. A full thirty seconds go by before Graham comes out of the bedroom. He leans against the door, arms crossed. His cock isn’t as hard as it was.
This is officially as good a time to do practical things as any. “It’s probably time for an enema, too.”
Graham is suddenly wide-eyed and pink cheeked. “What? Why?”
Colton sighs. “You were in distress. Your body made sure it was empty so you could be well used, but it’s been twenty-four hours now. We’ll both be happy to not deal with that particular problem.”
Graham is still just staring at him.
“Unless scat play is something you’re interested in?”
“No.” He looks revolted. It’s a relief. There are a lot of things he’s happy to do with Graham but that isn’t one of them.
“What’s wrong, Graham?” Because he’s standing there looking dejected.
“You want me to shower alone, too?”
Colton does the math. Enema and shower and then bed, it’s an hour apart. The cuffs are off and he’s gone almost four hours without sex. It shouldn’t be long enough to cause a drop but “should” and Graham Knox don’t really go together as far as he can tell.
Unbelievable that this is the same man who didn’t even want to be alone with him in a gym when they first met. His head is turned away sulkily.
“You need sleep, baby. I was hoping to get the chores out of the way, then fuck you, and we could sleep together. A shower and an enema doesn’t mean I don’t want you.”
He nods, stiff. “You wanted to wait. Wanted a break from fucking me. I get it. It’s a lot, having to…I’ma lot.”
“No. You don’t get to twist my words and go to a dark place. You know for a fact I want to be buried in you all the damned day and night. Youdo. A few hours isn’t a breakup.”
“I know that. I know.” His voice is rough. “That isn’t how it feels, though. And it’s got to be annoying, that I constantly need attention.”
Colton laughs. He can’t help it. He tilts his head to the side to catch Graham’s gaze. Waits until Graham relents and makes eye contact. “You’re really gonna try and say I find itannoyingthat you want my cock?”
A flush goes up Graham’s chest, his cock beginning to harden again. Colton cups Graham’s face in his hands, runs a thumb over his cheekbone. God, he’s beautiful. “What other ridiculous idea is running around in your head? You think I don’t want to fuck you all the time? Come on, princess.”
“Don’t call me a princess.”
Colton raises a brow at him. “Myprincess.”
Graham turns away, but his cock is definitely getting hard. In fact, he’s almost fully hard now.
Interesting.
“Come on, princess. Daddy will help you.”
“I don’t like that, either,” Graham says on a sigh.
His boy is definitely feeling petulant.
He leads Graham to the master bathroom and gets the enema kit open, starts affixing it to his shower. It takes a few minutes and Graham is silent the whole time. He turns the water on, testing the temperature, and then turns the shower off. He steps out, careful to step only on the mat since he’s still dressed and wearing shoes (and to think it seemed like such a good idea thirty minutes ago) and then gives up and strips off his clothes.
Who is he kidding? He’s going to fuck Graham.
He gets a small tube of lubricant out from under the sink. He just ordered it, a giant box of a hundred tubes of lubricant for travel so he’ll always be prepared if he needs to fuck Graham. There is now lube stashed all over his house, in his car, and he’s even put some in his work bag.
And wet wipes. But he doesn’t need those right now. “Come on, sweetheart,” he says, getting into the shower.
“What are you doing? You can’t help me withthat,” Graham says, genuinely distressed.
“You’ve done an enema before?”
